"You...you shouldn't...." Blake struggled to control it, but it was a losing battle. His ears had begun to grow upward,and the flash of growing canines was evident.
Marsha stepped back for a moment, letting him gain a bit of control. "I know I shouldn't, Blake, but I need your help, just as you need mine," she told him, trying to sound sympathetic. "I can't very well fight the pack without a pack of my own, now can I?"
"You want me to infect you??" Blake asked, incredulous.
"No, silly boy," laughed Marcia. "I want you to infect my assistant, Rusty."
"But...but..." stammered Blake.
"Do this for me, and I promise I'll help find a cure for you," she promised.
"Well...okay," Blake sighed, resigned to his fate.